Mine is of another kind, but it will be one of peace, and free, I trust, from care or passion.

When you quit England I shall leave it too.

There are cloisters abroad; and now that the two great objects of my life are set at rest, I know no better home.

You droop at that, forgetting that I am growing old, and that my course is nearly run.

Well, we will speak of it again--not once or twice, but many times; and you shall give me cheerful counsel, Emma.' 'And you will take it ?' asked his niece.
'I'll listen to it,' he answered, with a kiss, 'and it will have its weight, be certain.